The temptations of comitting crimes, loosing focus, deeply up inside my mind, writtin hopeless
witnessed the struggles of lost love, sacrificing life no where to be found,
struggles of crips n bloodz, results decayin six feet up n under the ground.
got me holdin my breath in temptations to wickedly keep my rep,
soon as i think my mind resets, everything i known i must forget.
this way of life has got me stressin, shiver n shake my self to sleep,
went from knowin to simply guessin,so much pain my chests compressin.
after death is there hell or are we livin for nothin,
to many questions cause concussions, so poor they repossesing my reproduction.
yo you ever been so broke yo mama wont even speak,
had to creep while they sleep, news delivers yo message every week
probably not, be you in a spot or warmth n no frustration,
every alligation and statement that i'm stating,
probably decinigratin in one ear n out the fuckin other